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Leo's **palm** went sweat-slick as he gripped his phone, staring at the group chat blowing up about Jake's pool party. Same story as always—Jake, the varsity QB with the perfect li...
Maya's mom pressed a vitamin C supplement into her palm before she left, like it was some kind of protection charm against the hazards of a sophomore house party. "You need immunit...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat explosion. Another tiny digital heartbreak. "You coming to Jordan's party?" - that was from Sarah, her ...
Jamie hadn't spoken to Maya in three days. That was basically forever in friendship time, especially since they'd been besties since seventh grade. Now sophomores, they usually tex...
I spent most of sophomore year feeling like I was swimming in circles, which was ironic considering I was the designated caretaker of the science classroom's goldfish while Mr. Har...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, towel wrapped tight around his waist, heart hammering against his ribs like trapped wings. The water shimmered below, deceptively calm. Behind...
Maya's cat, Professor Whiskers, watched from the windowsill as she paced her room, psyching herself up for the padel tournament. Freshman year at Northwood High had been a series o...
Maya's palm was sweating against her phone as she stared at the invitation. Pool party at Ashley's. The Ashley. The girl who sat at the top of the school's social pyramid like she ...
The school carnival lights blurred through my tears as I stumbled away from the DJ booth. Mateo had barely glanced up from his phone when I finally worked up the nerve to ask him t...
The tita's living room smelled like papaya and desperation. "You're fourteen now, Mia," Tita Luz announced over the appetizer spread, her voice tight with something I couldn't qu...
The hat was a problem. Specifically, Jake's dad's cringe-worthy fedora that he'd dared to wear to the first **padel** tournament of the season. "You're gonna look like a substitut...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumbs hovering over her crush's Instagram. Three days since he'd last posted. Was he ghosting her? Was she being totally dramatic? "You ...